The tigress was eager to see her crewmates' different fighting techniques, especially considering she hasn't seen either of these two in action so far. Hushsound had said he was a knight, though, and...well, Tanteri's a big flying dinosaur, so she's confident both will give off some interesting methods. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from both. The captain took it upon herself to referee the spars she wasn't a part of, seeing as she's the one who set up the event in the first place. Plus, she hasn't really had any experience being an overseer of spars before, most of the time having to focus on other things. But, it was time for war. This was important now.

The only fights that Tanteri had ever been in, or watched, had been those for either displays of dominance or fleeing from predators. Pumping his wings furiously to escape the gaping maws of a massive carnivore, or having to grab the crest of his fellow pterosaur to put them in their place. He claimed that such an event had been where his own crest had become damaged. It was an old wound, one that had been there since his youth. Crashing into a tree when he had first been learning how to fly had been the cause. Not a wound caused by fighting, not one caused by conflict. Spare a conflict with gravity. "I'm ready whenever you are," the pterosaur clucked. He was a big creature, standing at almost exactly five feet tall. Short for a pteranodon, but big in comparison to the creatures that roamed the planet currently. A sharp beak and talons, and a length tail adorned with spikes. He had to have been told to not actually injure his sparring partner - at least, not horrifically so. Not that Tanteri hoped to do such a thing. Hushsound had come to his aid when his senses went haywire, and he owed him that. He rested on his feet, wings spread from his sides. It was not as if a pteranodon could fight on the ground. They were beasts of the air, creatures of the sky, meant for soaring high above and taking out those that weren't expecting an arial offense. Tanteri's long tail slowly moved back and forth behind him, waiting for when the sparring would begin.

APPEARANCE.✧ pteranodon {ref} | health: 100%— a dull grey pteranodon with a blue crest, which has a jagged cut in the front-center. He has a reddish brown stripe that goes down his spine and jags out in triangles onto his shoulders. His beak is yellow, but turns blue as it goes closer to his face. His wings are a deeper grey, with blue dots surrounding the section that connects the webbing to his torso. He has three talons on each wing which are used for picking up objects and slashing. His feet are small and connected to his wings by his ankles. His tail is long and mutated. Six prongs stick off of the tail, with the same dark grey webbing as his wings connecting them. These prongs have spikes on the end. The webbing on his tail also has navy blue dots where the webbing connects to his tail. His eyes are a light blue, with a deeper blue pupil.

Hushsound knew very well that he was at a distinct disadvantage in this particular fight. He might've had his knighthood fighting skills under his belt, but Tanteri was several times the small feline's size, not to mention the fact that Hush couldn't use his sword for this. He felt oddly naked without the sword clenched in his jaw as he faced Tanteri, anxiety causing his pelt to spike somewhat, although he hid it fairly well. He wasn't sure he had much of a chance of winning this at all, but even if he didn't end up winning, it would still be a valuable learning experience for the coming battle with the Pitt, and that was really all he had been after when he had first signed up for this. Facing off against the large flying dinosaur in front of him, he nodded mutely when Tanteri spoke, having no intention of speaking now either. After all, words weren't needed right now, what was needed was action. Rolling his shoulders, the young knight took a deep breath before charging forward towards Tanteri, raising one of his paws as if he was going to hit him in his right wing, but then bolting towards his left wing, trying to grab his wing with his mouth and yank downward. He was using his teeth, but wasn't digging them in too deep, not wanting to seriously hurt Tanteri.

Tanteri had a near 14 foot wide wingspan. It was disproportionate to the rest of his body. Most male pteranodons were eighteen feet tall or bigger. Tanteri was a measly five, but his wingspan remained the same as if he were, in fact, the normal height. When he saw the other make a swing for one wing, the limb had pulled back and away, ruining his downstroke position. He felt teeth clench down on one of his wings. Tanteri's head turned, the end of his beak grabbing on to one of the feline's legs. Then his head swung to the side, and then released. His goal had been to toss the feline to the side, to release his wing from the other's hold. Yes, he expected the sudden ripping of teeth to hurt a little. The webbing of his wings was strong, though. Not to mention that a pteranodon's wings were quite tough. They were meant to soar for hours and hours while barely ever gracing the ground. It mattered not how tough his wings were. Being bit still hurt, they were still sensitive to sense the thermal currents that aided flight. Tanteri's wings gave a harsh flap. The motion launched him forward, trying to charge before the other possibly recovered. The three fingers of his wings moved to try to grab onto the feline. The pterosaur took care to keep the raking motion that followed from actually digging in past the fur, laxing them so that they more so scraped than hinge and dig in. The pteranodon knew that if he did curl his fingers, the claws would hurt. They were sharp, meant for grappling stone ledges and tearing past hardened skin so that he could peck at the flesh of prey underneath. It was how he could manage to scavenge without having to wait for something else to come and break through a thick hide. Sure, it was often more taxing, but he deemed it worth it when he didn't want to bother diving about to fish. He deemed it unfair to take to the air - for now - and so he used his limited concept of ground fighting. Tanteri knew he would get around to doing such a thing. Just not now, not while he was trying to gauge how well his abilities helped him on while grounded.

APPEARANCE.✧ pteranodon {ref} | health: 100%— a dull grey pteranodon with a blue crest, which has a jagged cut in the front-center. He has a reddish brown stripe that goes down his spine and jags out in triangles onto his shoulders. His beak is yellow, but turns blue as it goes closer to his face. His wings are a deeper grey, with blue dots surrounding the section that connects the webbing to his torso. He has three talons on each wing which are used for picking up objects and slashing. His feet are small and connected to his wings by his ankles. His tail is long and mutated. Six prongs stick off of the tail, with the same dark grey webbing as his wings connecting them. These prongs have spikes on the end. The webbing on his tail also has navy blue dots where the webbing connects to his tail. His eyes are a light blue, with a deeper blue pupil.

Hush his jaws clenched down on Tanteri's wings, his paws lifting up to rake at the webbing of the pterradon's wings. However, before he could accomplish his task, he was being roughly tossed aside, one of his legs yanked up into Tanteri's jaws. Hush letting out a soft grunt as he fell to the ground a few feet away, an ache gripping his limbs from the rough landing. He began to slowly push himself up to his paws, his legs a little shaky and his head dizzy from being tossed aside so easily, but his recovery was halted by Tanteri charging forward at him, claws hooking at his fur and raking lightly down his sides. Despite the claws not digging in, there was still a faint sting to it that made Hushsound yowl softly, a disgruntled look on his face. Thankfully, it seemed as though he could use his small size to his advantage in this case. Tail lashing with the adrenaline from the mock battle, Hush jerked his head forward to bite at Tanteri's shoulder, hard enough to startle the flying dinosaur but not hard enough to draw blood or cause serious damage. If he was successful in distracting Tanteri from his scratching, the smaller of the two crewmen would squirm his way quickly upward, trying to pull himself up onto Tanteri's back and whack around at the pteranodon's head, attempting to knock his head around and make him disoriented or dizzy. Hopefully if he was successful, then he would have an advantage in the fight, temporary as it was.

The pterosaur's shoulders were very dense. They were used to ascend high into the sky, to soar for long distances. They beat and flung him through winds and storms, paddled him through water. They were durable, they were tough. That didn't stop the bite from hurting, at least a little. It probably would hurt worse in a true battle, where blood was trying to be shed. His other wing curled, and his fingers tried to grab at the feline. He couldn't reach, because the other was on his back. Tanteri's head was shoved rapidly to the side. His wings were free, though. They raised up, and then swung downwards. In a swift motion the pteranodon took to the air - and Hushsound with him. The feline was still on his back, and the rise into the air was so sudden that it left little time to leap off. Being disoriented and raising up into the air was hard. The pterosaur had a large crest that came from the back of his head. He tipped his head up and rapidly swung his head, trying to return the whacking with the crest. Was it intended for such a purpose? No. The crest was meant to be a flashy display for females, to show how bold and brilliant and healthy he was. Tanteri could care less, he was just trying to get the dizzying feeling to stop. The disorientation made his wing beats uneven, blue eyes squinting. And then, after a particularly hard knock, the flapping stopped. It had knocked him out cold, and his wings were not in the right position to simply glide. No, they were in the upstroke position when his consciousness left, which meant that the beginning of a free fall was practically imminent.

APPEARANCE.✧ pteranodon {ref} | health: 100%— a dull grey pteranodon with a blue crest, which has a jagged cut in the front-center. He has a reddish brown stripe that goes down his spine and jags out in triangles onto his shoulders. His beak is yellow, but turns blue as it goes closer to his face. His wings are a deeper grey, with blue dots surrounding the section that connects the webbing to his torso. He has three talons on each wing which are used for picking up objects and slashing. His feet are small and connected to his wings by his ankles. His tail is long and mutated. Six prongs stick off of the tail, with the same dark grey webbing as his wings connecting them. These prongs have spikes on the end. The webbing on his tail also has navy blue dots where the webbing connects to his tail. His eyes are a light blue, with a deeper blue pupil.

Everything happened so fast that Hush couldn't really do anything to prevent the chain of unpleasant motions that were about to happen. It seemed as though his strategy to climb up onto Tanteri had succeeded, but suddenly the pteradonodon was ignoring him, flapping his wings and sending them both up and into the air. Eyes widening, the golden feline felt a spike of fear run through him as they lifted up into the air, and he felt his paws slam down against Tanteri's spine, his claws digging into the male's scales to keep himself attached and keep himself from being tossed off. Gritting his teeth, the crew member lifted one of his paws up cautiously and continued his pummeling, grunting unhappily as he was whacked in the chest with the other's crest. However, it wasn't really needed, since suddenly they were in free fall, and Hush felt a shriek leave his throat as he pressed himself down against Tanteri's back, closing his eyes and yelping over the howl of the wind around them, desperately urging Tanteri to wake up, "Tanteri! Tanteri, wake up! Wake up now!" His voice was urgent and beginning, not only for his own sake but for the dinosaur's as well, since this was just supposed to be a spar, not something that would end in both of them dying from plummeting into the earth beneath them.

The pterosaur's wings were well suited for gliding. They carried warm thermal currents beneath them and carried the ancient beast over the land. They were strong limbs meant for lifting his form into the sky where few others could follow. It was his method catching food: to dive into the ocean and snatch up his prey within the grasp of his beak. It had been his method for arriving to situations as well. It was common for the pteranodon to come speeding from the heavens, diving down as fast as he could manage. Then, as if during the last possible moment, his wings would snap open, flap, and save him from a brutal demise. There was a difference between having his wings curled close to his body in a dive, though, and this free-fall. His wings were above his body and away, rather than in a position where he only had to fling them open. His newly found sensitive hearing allowed for his mind to swiftly register the voice over the wind. It was a bit too late for comfort for Tanteri's blue eyes to blink open. Incredibly confused, for the moment forgetting where he was. Seeing the ground coming up swiftly, though, brought him back to attention. His wings slowly curled, slowly pulling to their normal gliding position. He was in no way going to be able to gracefully land with how fast they were going and with how close they were to the ground. Instead the pteranodon elected to let the momentum wear off, rising up to an almost level glide. He tilted his head, then turning it around so that he didn't smack Hush with his crest anymore. Mostly he wanted to make sure that the other was still alright, and that he didn't smack him with his crest again. "That was..something." He clucked, a nervous laugh following suit. He slowly banked a few times, letting the rest of the momentum die away. Finally Tanteri landed, his wings flopping by his sides. They hurt from the air pressure that had bellowed beneath his wings from the dive, but it was not anything that he couldn't handle. "I.. you technically did knock me out so. You win. I guess." Tanteri said after another nervous laugh. His body teetered without the support of his wings, and decided that falling on his belly would be a decent signal of defeat in this instance.

APPEARANCE.✧ pteranodon {ref} | health: 100%— a dull grey pteranodon with a blue crest, which has a jagged cut in the front-center. He has a reddish brown stripe that goes down his spine and jags out in triangles onto his shoulders. His beak is yellow, but turns blue as it goes closer to his face. His wings are a deeper grey, with blue dots surrounding the section that connects the webbing to his torso. He has three talons on each wing which are used for picking up objects and slashing. His feet are small and connected to his wings by his ankles. His tail is long and mutated. Six prongs stick off of the tail, with the same dark grey webbing as his wings connecting them. These prongs have spikes on the end. The webbing on his tail also has navy blue dots where the webbing connects to his tail. His eyes are a light blue, with a deeper blue pupil.

It wasn't very often that Hush found himself plummeting down towards the earth, the wind howling through his golden fur and making him cower in fear as they grew closer and closer to the ground below. He continued his frantic calling and shouting over the extremely loud winds that threatened to pop his ears a hundred times over. Thankfully, it did seemed as though he actually got through to Tanteri, even if it was just because of the other male's super senses. Hushsound felt an exhausted and relieved noise leave him as soon as they roughly hit the ground again, and he felt his legs trembling beneath him as he finally let go of Tanteri's scales, hesitating before moving off of the flying dinosaur. He felt overwhelmingly dizzy, and like he wanted fo scream in order to release the fear from the near death experience he had just had, but instead he found himself smiling warily up at Tanteri when the other spoke. He expected to get screamed at for knocking the other out when he had been about to go up into the air, but instead Tanteri just chuckled and said that he had won, flopping down onto his belly in defeat. Hush stared at the other for a moment before he meowed softly, sitting down so that he wouldn't fall over as well, "That... uhm... thank you, Tanteri. You fought very well, you know." He still didn't like speaking aloud, but it honestly felt like this warranted it after what they had just gone through, especially since he was pretty sure Tanteri still couldn't read his words anyways.